The Distance Between Lou and I

The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.


I had a girlfriend in the early spring of 1996 but it didn’t really seem like it. Louann had struggled during her first semester at Bradford and, though she was happy to be with me, I think she was trying to make up for the first half of the year by working doubly hard in the second half. It made for a rather distant relationship, especially between two people separated by a very small campus.

Though the first month or so had been great, the second and third months were revealing to me what I’d always suspected — that Louann and I were not meant for each other. When we saw each other the distance was palpable. We tried to stay close, I think, but we just ended up faking it.

I knew it was only a matter of time. I knew that, and I probably should have ended it myself, but I was too attached to the idea of being attached to do anything about it.